by Amy Brent
I could tell something was eating at her by the way she got quiet when I talked about getting back on the circuit and maybe taking her with me. She wouldn’t say yes or no when I asked her if she might come along. She’d just look me in the eye and say, “We’ll see.”
Then, Friday night, when I’d been home a week, we were sitting on the front porch swing after dinner watching the sun go down when she said she had something to tell me.
She had gotten a job, she said, one she’d applied for when she was still in grad school months ago.
It was her dream job, messing with seeds or something like that.
She had to be in Houston by Sunday night to start on Monday morning.
The company had rented her a place to stay, a furnished apartment downtown. She could live there rent-free for three months to give her time to find a permanent place.
I couldn’t recall ever seeing her so excited
She wanted me to come with her.
She was gonna make lots of money and could support us both.
What did I think?
Didn’t that sound great?
“Well, I don’t know what to think,” I said honestly. “I mean, this is kind of out of the blue.”
“Yes, well, I mean I know it is,” she said. Our legs were pressed together on the swing. My hand was on my knee. She reached over and covered it with her hand. “But think of it as an opportunity.”
“An opportunity to do what?” I asked.
“Well, to get off the circuit for good,” she said, squeezing my hand. “An opportunity to do something real with your life.”
I frowned at her. “I have done something real with my life,” I said.
“Well, I know, but I’m talking about doing something meaningful.”
I kept frowning at her. If this was her way of delivering “good news” she wasn’t very good at it.
I snapped a little at her. “Something meaningful, like working on seeds.”
She took her hand off mine. “Well, yes, something other than riding silly old bulls.”
I huffed at her. “Shelby, I have ridden a lot of bulls, but never one that was silly or old.”
“You know what I mean,” she said.
I shook my head. “No, ma’am, I don’t think I know what you mean. How about you explain it to me?”
She turned sideways in the swing to face me. “Luke, how long do you think you can ride bulls for a living?”
“I don’t ride bulls for a living,” I said honestly. “Hell, they’re ain’t much of a living in it.”
“Exactly, so why do you do it?” She let her pretty eyes go around my face, like she was searching for the answer. “I mean, you’ve done it for six years and the only thing you have to show for it is a body covered with scars and a couple of silly belt buckles.”
“Silly belt buckles,” I said. I was starting to seethe. I hadn’t been mad at anybody in a long time. I try to keep an even temper because I tend to do and say things I regret when I get mad. I dug my fingers into my knees and took a deep breath.
“Are you all right?” she asked. “Your face is getting awfully red.”
“Shelby, have you ever seen me mad?” I asked.
She thought about it for a moment. “No, I don’t reckon I have.”
I turned to glare at her. “Well, this is what mad looks like on me.”
She swallowed hard. “Well, I don’t think I like it.”
“Well, I’m sorry, but you brought it on,” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “Tell a man that he’s wasted his life doing meaningless things and this is what you get, Lil Sis.” I shook my head and tried to lower my boiling point a little. I didn’t want to go off on her, but goddamn it all, she was basically saying that I had wasted my life chasing a dream that didn’t mean jack shit. And now she wanted me to move to Houston and do what, keep house for her? No fucking way!
Before I could say anything more, she put a hand on my arm and gave it a squeeze. “Oh my lord, do you know what this is?”
I was still seething. I stared at the horizon and said, “A bunch of shit?”
“No, it’s déjà vu.”
That made me glance her way. “Deja what?”
“Déjà vu,” she said with a soft smile. “It’s when you get that feeling that you’ve already experienced something before.”
“You mean like us sitting here on this swing while you telling me how I’ve wasted my life.”
“Something like that,” she said, her fingers digging into my arm and giving it a shake so I’d look at her. “We had a similar conversation right here six years ago, when I was trying to get you to move to College Station with me.”
She was right. I remembered. I smiled and shook my head. “I’ll be damned,” I said. “You’re right.” I stared into her eyes and put my hand on top of hers. “As I recall, that conversation didn’t end well. And we didn’t speak for six years.”
“Because I was a stupid girl,” she said. Her eyes welled with tears. She cupped my chin with her free hand. “I thought my dreams were more important than yours. I wanted you to forget about what you wanted and just come with me.” She bit her bottom lip as a tear streamed down her cheek. “And I’m doing it again.”
I felt every ounce of anger leave my body as I put my hand on her cheek. “Shelby, I’m so proud for you. I know this is your dream job. I’m thrilled that your dreams are coming true. But you have to understand, I have dreams, too. They may not be as lofty as yours or pay anywhere as much, and usually I end up on my ass in the dirt, but it’s still my dream and I can’t ignore it. Do you understand?”
“I do,” she said, leaning her forehead to rest against mine. “I reckon we just have to figure out how we can both chase our dreams and not lose each other again.”
“Think we can?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said, kissing me even though her Daddy and Cody were milling around inside the house. “I think we can.”
EPILOG: Shelby
I left for Houston that Sunday night and started my new job on Monday morning. I was immediately in my element. They handed me a lab coat and showed me to the lab and my heart did a happy dance. It was hard to believe this little girl from a dusty Texas cattle ranch was now doing research and development to create hybrid seeds that would help feed the world.
The apartment they provided was nice: one bedroom, two baths, a decent sized kitchen. I couldn’t cook for shit, so I was glad to discover that downtown Houston was packed with restaurants, from fast food to gourmet. I usually ended up somewhere in the middle, though Luke always wanted a big steak when he was in town and hungry for a meal. Sometimes, after a good ride, he would even pick up the tab. Insert smiley face here…
Luke mended at the ranch for another week after I left, then joined me in Houston until the fall rodeo season started. After a few weeks, he claimed that he was good as new and ready to ride. His ability to drive me over the moon in the bedroom had returned in full force, but I made him bring me a note from the doctor that officially said he could go back to riding bulls.
He called me a Nazi, but I didn’t mind.
I would have hogtied that boy to the bed to keep him from getting back on a bull before his body was ready.
Hmmm…
Hogtie him to a bed, now that was a very interesting idea…
* * *
My intention was to hogtie Luke to the bed, but he said only if I went first. So, there I was, naked as a jaybird, spread eagle on the bed, with my wrists and ankles tied with scarves to the corner posts.
Luke climbed onto the bed and got to his knees between my legs. My pussy was already sopping wet. It had started flowing like a river the moment I laid down and he started tying me up. I bit my bottom lip and watched Luke take his long cock in his hand. He grinned at me as he stroked its full length, bringing it to maximum size in an instant.
The head was large and purple.
Just looking at it made my blood boil and my juices flow.
/> I wiggled my ass on the bed and gave him a nod.
“You gonna just play with that thing or stick it inside me?”
“Actually, I thought about going out for a beer,” he said with an evil grin, his free hand now sliding between my legs, moving up and down across my wet folds. “I mean, since you’re all tied up.”
“Don’t you dare,” I said. “This was my idea. You can’t turn it around on me.”
“Don’t worry,” Luke said, moving closer so he could swish around the head of his cock against my glory hole. “I ain’t going anywhere except here.”
I closed my eyes as the head of his cock slid inside me, prying open my tight pussy. I pulled against the restraints, wanting to put my hands on him, but he had me tied tight.
“You ain’t going anywhere either,” he said, sliding in an inch, then another, then another. I felt the tip of his cock hit my cervix. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes.
Luke braced his hands on the bed beside me and starting moving his hips back and forth. I could feel him everywhere, as if he had invaded my body. My pussy tightened around his cock, gripping him, milking him as he slid in and out.
“God… Shelby…” he said, the words coming in gusts as he pumped in and out of me. “Damn… girl… your pussy… so fucking… tight…”
“Fuck me hard,” I moaned, staring into his eyes. My nipples were like large pink thimbles. I ached to have him touch them.
As if he could read my mind, Luke’s hands found my tits and he squeezed my nipples hard between his fingers, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure shuddering through me.
Luke’s hips started moving faster, thrusting into me, making the headboard slam into the wall. My tits flounced in his hands. His cock slid over my clit as he jackhammered into me. I could feel the orgasm building in me, like a raging flood about to burst through a dam.
“Fuck… Luke… I’m… cumming…”
He hammered faster. I could feel him in my chest, my throat, my head. “I’m … cumming… too…”
The bed literally shook as he rammed his huge cock in and out of my slippery cunt. I thought we were going to knock the pictures off the wall. My orgasm shuddered through me and burst from my pussy, gushing hot tangy juice over Luke’s entire cock and balls.
I felt Luke stiffen and his cock pulsated inside me, filling my cunt with his hot milky cum, warming me from the inside out. I blew out the breath I’d been holding and let my body go limp.
I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a smile on his face. He was moving his hips slowly, his cock still inside me, both of us a sticky mess.
“I think I’m having that déjà vu stuff,” he said.
“The feeling that you’ve been here, done this before?” I asked with a dreamy smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, lowering his lips to mine. “I hope I have it till the day I die.”
“Me, too,” I sighed. “Many, many years from now.”
THE END
I hope you enjoyed FILTHY COWBOY. For your reading pleasure, I have included numerous bonus stories. Please refer to the table of contents to choose what to read next.
Extra HOT DELETED SCENES from Filthy Doctor
COLE
I had been in the shower just long enough to wash the salty scent and sticky goodness of Lucy’s pussy from my cock, balls, fingers, and lips when I heard the bathroom door quietly open and close. We were always in need of a shower the morning after one of our wild fuck sessions. Sometimes Lucy and I made love gently and both came quickly, then fall asleep in each other’s arms, without the need for foreplay, theatrics and elongation. Last night was not one of those nights. We’d both had a little too much to drink at dinner and when that happened, the gloves came off and abandon was thrown out the window. We were up for hours coming up with new positions and ways to make each other cum. When I cum you could fill buckets with it and Lucy could be a bit of a squirter when she lost control, so after a night like last night we both woke up, as Lucy would say, “Sore, sticky and stanky!”
The glass front of the shower was steamed up from the hot water, so I couldn’t see Lucy come in, and didn’t hear another sound until I heard the toilet seat go down and her deep sigh as she took a good, long morning piss that seemed to last for several minutes. I didn’t bother wiping the steam off the glass (I liked my showers like I liked my sex: the hotter the better) or saying anything to her. Lucy was not a morning person. I knew she needed a few minutes to wake up and work out the kinks (no pun intended).
The shower in my penthouse was large enough for four adults to play in (don’t ask me how I knew that). The walls were Italian marble tile. There were three shower heads in each of the three walls and a huge rain shower head above that cascaded down like a hot summer rain. I loved my fucking shower. And I loved fucking Lucy in it. Just the thought of her sitting naked on the toilet was enough to make my long cock tingle. I soaped up my fingers and started sliding my hand along the shaft from base to head. It took about two seconds for my ten-inch cock to grow to full size as I closed my eyes and imagined that it was Lucy milking me instead of my own hand.
“Is there room in there for me?” Lucy asked. I opened my eyes to find her standing at the open glass door. She was naked with her hands on her large breasts, gently massaging them awake, wearing nothing but a devious smile. Her eyes drifted down to my hard cock. Her smile got bigger. “Started without me, I see.”
“Just getting it ready for you,” I said without stopping the motion of my hand. My cock and balls were covered in lather. The head looked like a plum about to explode.
I moved aside so Lucy could step into the shower and wash off the funk of the night before. I leaned against the wall and kept rubbing my cock as I watched her stand beneath the spray with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. As the rain head showered down over her hair I face and shoulders, I let my eyes go down at her magnificent body. I never got tired of looking at Lucy. Ever.
Lucy’s body was as naturally beautiful as her face. She was toned and lean without being thin. Her breasts were large and natural and hung like full water balloons from her chest (who doesn’t love water balloons?). Her areolas were the size of tennis balls, dark and perfectly round. Her erect nipples, plump and pink, reminded me of watermelon gum drops. I fucking loved watermelon gum drops. It was all I could do not to grab her tits and start sucking her nipples like hard candy while she washed her hair.
My eyes followed the soapy water as it sluiced down between her breasts and the flat contour of her stomach to her cunt, which she kept shaved because she said hair down there just got in the way. I had shaved it for her a couple of times since we’d been together. Holy fucking shit, you talk about hot!! Guys, shaving a woman’s pussy while trying to keep your mind on the task at hand is nearly impossible. I wanted to buy flavored shaving cream so I could lick her clean when I was done because I always ended up eating her out afterward. By the time I had her shaved and rinsed off, my cock was about to blow without anyone even touching it. Lucy had been trying to get me to shave my pubes, but so far, I had resisted. I wouldn’t mind having a hairless cock and balls, that might even be cool, but I’d bet my last dollar that shit would itch like crazy when it started to grow back in.
“Excuse me, nurse, could you scratch my crotch while I replace this patient’s heart valve?” I didn’t think that would go over too good in the OR.
My cock seemed to swell even larger in my hand at the sight of her soapy, glistening body. I couldn’t resist moving closer. My cock felt like it would burst if it couldn’t at least touch her. Without making a sound, I pressed the tip of the bulbous head against her cunt and concentrated hard to keep from cumming on the spot.
“What’s that I feel?” Lucy smiled as she opened her eyes, the head of my cock pressed firmly against her clit now. She put her arms around my waist and pressed her body against mine. My cock slid upward and was hugged between our bodies, the underside of shaft rubbing against her soapy belly, my
balls against her cunt.
She glanced down and grinned as she wiggled her body against my cock. “The slit is smiling at me.”
“It likes you,” I said playfully. “It wants to be inside you.”
“That can be arranged,” she said, reaching up to put her arms around my neck. She raised her lips to mine and gave me a long, slow, gentle, passionate kiss that could have gone on forever. The air between us seemed to spark as our tongues began to swirl round and round.
I slid my tongue deeper into her mouth and she sucked on it like a little meaty cock, moaning as she did, increasing the intensity of the kiss and the desire that was ablaze in my balls.
Lucy’s hands slid down my chest and went around my waist. She slid her hands down my ass and squeezed my ass cheeks hard. I accused Lucy of having an ass fetish because she couldn’t seem to keep her hands off my ass cheeks and her finger out of my hole.
She moaned into my mouth and pulled me closer. My cock slid up and down her soapy belly. It would have been so easy to blow my load at that moment, but no, I wanted more than just cumming on her belly. I wanted to blow my load inside her hot, tight pussy, but Lucy obviously had other things in mind.
LUCY
“What would you like me to do to you, Cole?” I asked between the little nibbles I was taking along his stubbly jaw line. I was clenching his ass so hard it had to hurt, but he didn’t complain. Cole never complained. I pulled him into me and slid my body up and down the length of his long cock as it rubbed against my belly. I flicked my tongue across his lips and he moaned again.
I whispered in his ear. “Tell me what you want, baby. Talk dirty to me. Be my filthy doctor man.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice husky and hot. “I want to shove my big cock in your tight pussy and hammer your cunt until you scream for me to stop.”
“Ooh, that sounds delicious,” I said, teasing him with my eyes. “Would you like to start with my mouth?”